Vince (Book 3): Fury Riders MC, #3

By Heather West

This is book 3 and the finale of the Fury Riders MC trilogy!

I'll risk my life and my club to make her mine.

She's the last light in a dark world.

And they're trying to snuff her out.

But if they want her, they'll have to come take her…

Over my dead body.

VINCE

I crave vengeance for my fallen men, slaughtered by a rival MC.

I'm on the warpath, hungry for blood.

That's when I save Erica from a fate worse than death.

She's all curves and dark hair, a delicious morsel that I want to consume.

To protect her, I keep her close.

I tell myself it's only for her safety.

Until my enemies come for Erica's blood.

She saw something she shouldn't…

And they'll stop at nothing to keep her mouth sealed shut.

Now, with her life on the line, I crave only to make Erica my woman.

I'll risk everything for her.

ERIKA

He rescues me.

Vince—my bad boy, my savior, my Fury Rider.

Brutal, arrogant, dominating, Vince makes my body heat and my heart pound.

He's out for vengeance, violence pulsing through him.

I shouldn't want him touching me.

But the moment he takes me to his bed, I can't say no.

His hands and his mouth make me scream as he brings me to peak after peak.

I shouldn't trust him.

I shouldn't obey him.

And most of all, I shouldn't fall in love with him.

But I just can't stop.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: May 30, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393803300

Book preview

Vince: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Fury Riders MC) (Book 3)

By Heather West

I’ll risk my life and my club to make her mine.

SHE’S THE LAST LIGHT in a dark world.

And they’re trying to snuff her out.

But if they want her, they’ll have to come take her...

Over my dead body.

VINCE

I crave vengeance for my fallen men, slaughtered by a rival MC.

I’m on the warpath, hungry for blood.

That’s when I save Erica from a fate worse than death.

She’s all curves and dark hair, a delicious morsel that I want to consume.

To protect her, I keep her close.

I tell myself it’s only for her safety.

Until my enemies come for Erica’s blood.

She saw something she shouldn’t...

And they’ll stop at nothing to keep her mouth sealed shut.

Now, with her life on the line, I crave only to make Erica my woman.

I’ll risk everything for her.

ERIKA

He rescues me.

Vince—my bad boy, my savior, my Fury Rider.

Brutal, arrogant, dominating, Vince makes my body heat and my heart pound.

He’s out for vengeance, violence pulsing through him.

I shouldn’t want him touching me.

But the moment he takes me to his bed, I can’t say no.

His hands and his mouth make me scream as he brings me to peak after peak.

I shouldn’t trust him.

I shouldn’t obey him.

And most of all, I shouldn’t fall in love with him.

But I just can’t stop.

Chapter One

Erica

Iwoke up slowly, one bit at a time. First, it was my feet. They were a little numb. I tried to move them, then realized I couldn’t. It was the same thing with my hands. My wrists were tied together. Behind me. My arms were so achy and stiff, pulled behind me at an awkward angle. It hurt like hell to move even a little bit.

My head was foggy. Why couldn’t I think straight?

Where was I?

I couldn’t see. I was blindfolded. My heart raced. I struggled to focus, to avoid a panic attack. I took a deep breath.

She’s awake.

The voice startled me. I jumped away from it, then moaned when the muscles of my arms stretched painfully. I couldn’t slow my breathing, couldn’t keep from panicking. When footsteps approached, I nearly screamed.

Relax. It was a man’s voice. Then the sound of something being dragged across a floor. A chair? It stopped in front of me. I already told all my men they weren’t allowed to touch you. Not yet anyway. I heard him snicker. It won’t be easy to keep them away, though. You’re hotter than Harrison told us.

Harrison? Who the hell was that? Who was this person in front of me? His voice had a warmth to it, like we knew each other. Or he knew me. It was unnerving.

I figured you’d have to be a hot piece of ass if you were enough to get Baldoni to fall for you. Another snicker. "Sorry. I mean, Vince."

Vince? The sound of his name made me raise my head. Where was he? I took another deep breath to calm myself. God, it stank in there. Where had they taken me? A garbage dump?

I remembered it all. The photo of Onyx. The way he overtook me. It all went black after that, though I seemed to recall coming to at one point. I was on my back in a vehicle—I could feel the engine humming. I heard somebody comment that I was waking up, and that cloth appeared over my face again. It went black again, until I woke up in a stinking room. Tied to a chair. Terrified and in pain.

Don’t you have anything to say? he asked. He was making fun of me, trying to get into my head. He wanted to take me down. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me crack. I had to be strong. Somewhere inside, I knew it was what Vince would want me to do. It was what he needed me to do.

I’m thirsty, I whispered. My throat felt like sandpaper. Please. Some water.

Footsteps on the other side of the room. How many people were in the room with us? To that point, I’d only been paying attention to the man sitting in front of me. He was close, but not too close. I could just barely smell aftershave or cologne over the stench of garbage. I let my senses expand a bit, trying to get a sense of how many others there were. I kept my ears tuned to movement, breathing, anything that would give me a clue.

My mind was racing. I knew, somehow, that it didn’t matter how many men were there. It wasn’t as though I could do anything about my situation. They had me tied, trapped. I needed something to focus on, was all. Anything other than panic or hopelessness.

Why won’t you let me see? I whispered. Does it really matter?

Why do you need to see? he countered. He thought he was really clever. But I’d figured it out as soon as I got my thoughts to quiet down long enough to think it through.

I’ve heard so much about the leader of the Vicious Wolves. I thought I might as well get a look at him for once.

I heard a sharp intake of breath. How did you know that’s where you were?

I smirked without intending to. Where else would I be? Last time I checked, I didn’t see a member of any other club kill somebody. It was one of your men, wasn’t it?

Smart girl. The blindfold left my eyes in one quick, rough motion. I blinked hard against the sudden light. It took a moment for me to get my bearings.

When my eyes focused, I got my first look at my surroundings. I almost wished the blindfold was still over my eyes. It was disgusting, run down, dirty. There were a few tables and chairs around, a pool table in one corner, a dart board on the wall. A thousand empty bottles and cans. Cigarette butts on just about every flat surface. It was dimly lit, which was a blessing. I wouldn’t want to see it under bright lighting.

Was this their clubhouse? Why would they want to live and work this way? I thought back to the Fury Riders, and how comfortable and clean it was there. I knew the girls had something to do with that. Weren’t there any girls around for the Wolves? I couldn’t imagine who’d want to be.

Then, I turned my attention to my captor. He was sitting in front of me on a backward chair, arms crossed over the back. He had a magnetism to him, a confidence. I couldn’t deny it, even as he made my skin crawl. I could understand why people would follow him. His mane of wavy brown hair and piercing blue eyes created a striking effect. In fact, he would make a perfect subject. All